Borakka the Hutt was an ageing member of his species, thick waxy skin and a near-constant drool, partnered with a preternatural desire to take naps, marked him out as such. For Nor'baal however, he was a near-constant source of credits, his advancing years and deep pockets making him ripe for games of 'chance'. As such, when the Hutt had said he would be hosting a 'small gathering' on his sail barge to celebrate his 874th birthday, Nor'baal had been the first to accept the invitation.
Now here he was, one of many members of the criminal underclass that had come to Teth to celebrate the 'great Borakkas' birthday.
Of course, since the exile of the Hutts from their homeworld, the number of people accepting such invitations had nose-dived, but this was something for which Nor'baal cared little. Sat across from the ageing Hutt, Nor'baal looked every bit the up-and-comer, somewhat smaller in stature than his peer, he reclined on his sled, hookah in hand, and boomed:
<Borakka, uba gee woy tee che kae. Ye wanya kava heee koumi dotkola bancaie gahieba bai doth du mee bamibath.>
The aging Hutt replied <Nor'baal uba wuoka mi. Mee doth wata peee Dobra twa sinsa, mo heoi pee la bahva bai pahha woiay. Dotkot nobata nay baca du tah lumpa, see da Dobra gahke.>
<Uba doth bom bom mobape dah kae. Koumi dotkola hatkocanh vee lhoiekee bai dotkola peee kogatke peee bu Yih. Ban masohba, dah mee totpakosa, uba katka panwa kae. In ting paupe see heee dotkola caiot moolee baciya, whao tee, lhonu Borakka, dotkot vee jiu see yoyohba jeejee caiot bahiesa du.>
Borakka boomed with laughter, as Nor'baal heaped more flattery upon him. The music continued to blare, and refreshments were served, as the sail barge continued its merry journey across the landscape of Teth.
OOC - A social gathering! Open to criminals, independents, politicians, or anyone who would have reason to come to a Hutt party.